Heart in hand
I hate myself
Killing the consciousness
Old hope dies to new will as the conscience withers away
Needle tipped fingers show me the face of your heart
Deceit walking on it's own recklessly following
Born of what you are into what you've become
Shut mouth spit broken words
Feelings confined masking the hideous
Done nothing to you but true
Soft subtle silhouette
Slowly sink into a burning backdrop
Speaking to you in stares across a shrinking room
Never hearing
The blood tastes bitter when given as a gift
Pulling skin back and mothered in the chest
A painted portrait of you
Holding hands empty
I parade this carcass like a prize
I stand buried alone again
Monolith of the unloved
Correspondence killing colors
Silence never settles minds
Dying eyes don't lie
Don't fade away